Above the Nine Provinces, troubled times lead to tragedy. The promise of three generations is past.
Isn't it true that every story has a beginning like this? War breaks out in nine states and ten places.
The land beneath my feet was stained with blood, and no one could escape the separation.
Everyone, whether for the future, for the emperor, for the world, or for the common people, fights with a halberd and wins with his life.
This is a huge gamble with life as the stake, and everyone is an outlaw on the road of no return.
Perhaps, before the war burns out and the dead wander, the only thing I can do is love you.